“Bunmi, can you believe I have never received a Valentine’s gift in my entire years of living in this world?”
“Lol Simi, why are you now sounding like that.”
“Like how?”
“Like you have been robbed of something valuable.
Like you just found a deformity in your body.
Like this is some deep revelation.”
He is cute.
He looks at me like a cup of icecream
His eyes says that his heart is tingly
I am love.
Hello people, it has been a while since I wrote fiction. I hesitated before sharing this one; but why not? This is a platform for growth, learning and sharing my art. It may not be perfect but with every deliberate attempt at a stringed sentence comes progress. Please read to the end and share your thoughts☺️😘 […]
Veekhy’s note: Hey guys, it’s been a while, I hope you missed me? Well; there was an unplanned interruption that hindered my ability to use WhatsApp or even blog, but this is me beating through the storm today (in heroic voice). Lol, it’s not that deep, my smart phone got bad really. Been a while […]
Hello, check out the amazing spoken word piece performed live on Sunday, 18th of March, 2018. There comes a time when you need to break your own heart temporarily to prevent a different kind of hurt. You can read the words here: What do you do when you already know it’s fire and it’ll […]
This was ministered at the Love house Chapel, Kumasi Ghana. Subscribe to my YouTube channel “Victory Osas” to watch more videos.
Listen and download Breathe spoken word EP (Extended play). My debut collection of spoken word poems released on the 20th of April, 2017. It contains a short intro and then the following spoken word poems: Is it true? Lover’s call Soldiers Break your own heart Shun them https://audiomack.com/album/victory-osas/breathe-1
‘Nah I must be hearing evil voices, kadadadayamase. I bind and cast into the bottomless pit every demon on assignment to truncate my destiny. Oya be destroyed, roast by the anointing. Pack and go! Melt! Be shattered by the rock of ages’. A man is seen pacing back and forth a room devoid of sunlight […]
Rotimi stared at her lips. He silently thanked God that his spittle had not gone any further by a mini-inch. It would have entered her mouth. Her stoic expression made it impossible to determine if she had noticed. Why on earth wouldn’t she? If she had, and was pretending not to have, she was doing […]
